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Jun 2018
Understand that I isolate myself for the purpose of doing the impossible
To be become the impossible
For I thought to myself "I'm possible"
Possible of finding love
Of creating something beautiful
Of inspiring those who will hear what little remnants of my name stay intact
However I'm entitled to nothing
And my existence will mean nothing
Nothing so I thought
However every moment of time has left an impression
I have left a dent in your mind
The very existence of us
The very destruction of us
Maybe it's unforeseen rebirth
Is or will be a memory
And that memory
Will haunt us whenever we are alone
Understand that and accept it
As we each crave for flesh
For tender lips
Sheets dampened by intimacy
And something to satisfy our Sadistic appetite
We are nothing but empty vessels
Even though for that split moment we have feelings of
Satisfaction
Bliss
How long is it before reality collapses on us
How long is it before we realise that a human is cursed to love and that lust is not love
How long before you realise the very existence of you and I
Is it not because God no longer wish to be alone
That's why everyday we search for our better or more realistically lesser half
And everyday we fail one other unintentionally looking for perfection
However it is in our nature to have just that our desire to be something that we aren't
However the demons dance
The angels sing
And everything will remain the same
And today was the day I destroyed everything I wanted to protect to hold dear
to love and cherish
Another night I cry on my pillow
Unable to bear it
I wrote more than three poems about her, only girl to show me the embodiment of love
I would kiss the earth her feet walked upon
She was so much more bigger than me than us so then I thought there could never be an us
The most ethereal soul, kindest heart, and beautiful mind
Someone I could spend my life with or even until the end of time
The graceful butterfly you ever see
That's why I walk the streets at night to put my soul at ease
Though it's not with me my dying wish and last prayer is that you remain happy please.
Written by
Kaze Poitier  19/M/The Bahamas
(19/M/The Bahamas)   
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